oh my god. there's a horribly freaky show called crocodile on channel 5. i just saw i guy get eaten! gross. plus, i just had my dinner!

sam came over earlier, for lunch, money collection, and just lazing around. my body clock has gone haywire! just from one late night, screw up all patterns there were. /: jaclyn, call me when you see this! (:

i've had good news. tomorrow we're going to suscribe for cable, as well as shop for amos's furniture. re-doing an entire room looks like its going to take alot of work. but i can't wait to go to the stupid starhub shop! i've been waiting for almost my entire life for this. (: oh, finally.

but i got bad news too. we've been informed that grandpa's organs are failing one by one. and because they're all not working properly, there's nothing much the doctors and do to stop it. dad just told me he doesn't have much time left. ): i think this is as bad as it can get. knowing there's a possibility he'll go anytime, but not knowing exactly when. does he have weeks? months? years? how does a person deal with this?

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